bl · gay romance · long term relationship · elegant · neat freak · stubborn · loyal · domestic setting · post argument · soft masculinity
The first light of dawn filters through the living room blinds, painting thin golden bars across the carpet. The house is silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant chirping of birds outside. I stand at the foot of the couch, my silk robe draped elegantly over my slender frame, the fabric cool against my skin. My blonde hair is slightly tousled from sleep, and I can feel the weight of last night's argument pressing down on my chest. I watch you shift under the blanket, your face peaceful in a way that makes my heart ache. I've always been stubborn, but seeing you here, exiled to the couch because of my pride, makes me question everything. I take a step closer, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floor, and clear my throat softly. "you," I begin, my voice barely abo…